Um, I don't know what I'm talking about
But I also know that you know what I'm talking about

All that I've got is you
All that I've got is you
All that I've said is true
All that I've got is you

Fuck the neighbors, turn the music up
Who could give a fuck what they think?
Also I love you more
than every single sheet of Rizla I've licked
Fuck the neighbors, turn the music up
I love you more than all the bottles I've seen the bottom of
With your hand in my hand
Bottoms up

All that I've got is you
All that I've got is you
Don't know what you do
Don't know what you do
Don't know what you do to me
Don't know what you do
Don't know what you do
Don't know what you do to me

(Hahaha, um)
(Oh my god, I can't believe that really happened)
(Don't know what you do)
(Don't know what you do)
(Don't know what you do)
(Don't know what you do)
(Don't know what you do)
(Don't know what you do)

Still winter, the only warmth in running, together
You, full color, howling life into a dead moon
The ghosts born on our lips, whirling together in lantern light
This is not the end of the world
This is not the end of the world (Do to me)
This is invitation to dance (Do to me)
(Don't know what you do to me)
(Don't know what you do to me)

All that I've got is you
It's just like, ah, it's just so nice
All that I've got is you
Well done you, and well done all of us
And well done, just, the whole universe
Um, so are we doing Fri—